Moon Heeyeol was someone who doesn't believe in a thing called love, so what happens when Kim Namjoon came stumbling into her life?
Inspire by the film and book of Jenny Han
"To All The Boys I've Loved Before"
Book 1 of 7
(Short Story)
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Chapter 10: Mistakes
Last night Tera and I had talked the whole night, but in the end, we managed to get some sleep since it was still a school day.
I didn't get to talk to Namjoon at all last night, as I promised. I felt so bad knowing it might be necessary since he wanted to speak. He had spammed me the previous night. But I couldn't read his text, so I had to turn off my phone. I needed to focus on what had happened because I knew the girls come first, and Namjoon would have understood if I had explained to him.
I got on the bus with Tera, and we went to school together. She was going to her first class. Unfortunately was not the same as mine. So we separated after I promised her I would accompany her at break time since she was not ready to face Hyejin.
Luckily I had AP calculus which was convenient since I had the same class as Namjoon up until the 3rd period. Then I have everything with the girls.
I was about to enter class when suddenly, a pair of hands dragged me back, and I looked up to see Namjoon smiling at me.
"Namjoon... you scared me," I looked at him as I mustered a playful glare at him, and he chuckled as he ruffled my hair.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't talk to you last night. Something came up with the girls, and I know I have to be there and-" he stopped me.
"Hey... it's fine. I know I would have done the same thing. Are they all alright?"
"I know... hey... I know this is not the right time to talk too long, but I wanted to confess something."
"What? What are you trying to say?"
"I got them about a few weeks ago, and I thought it was lovely of you –" he was fumbling with his backpack as he spoke words that I don't think I understand – " just to let you know I feel."
"Namjoon – "grabbing his hands as he looks at me – "What are you talking about?"
He then pulled out a paper in his hands. At first, I didn't recognize it, but by the time I had a good look at the paper, I looked up my eyes widened as I stepped back.
"Where did you get that?" I asked. My heart was beating, and I could feel it ready to pop out of its ribcage.
